As for others, they either had their arms broken or had one leg missing.

These people with broken arms and few legs are quite lucky, at least they have saved one life.

What's even worse is that the eleven Mo family monks who fell into the sea were all cut into minced meat, and they died extremely miserably.

"You, you, you..."

Mo Yuqing, who was already pale, was even more scared by this scene and looked bloodless. He raised his hand and pointed at Chen Daoxuan, and was trembling for a while and couldn't speak.

The black-robed casual cultivator who brought them to follow him was even more frightened and trembled all over.

Chen Daoxuan even smelled a scent of urine.

This black-robed cultivator, a monk, was scared to pee at this moment, and it was rare to see him.

These two people were specially left by Chen Daoxuan. Otherwise, not to mention Mo Yuqing, just relying on the cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi refining in the black robe cultivator, he would probably not be able to resist Chen Daoxuan's sword energy.

Not to mention standing here intact now.

This battle, no, should be said that this massacre lasted only about three breaths from beginning to end.

After a battle.

The head of the Mo family clan was different, and eleven Mo family monks were scattered in pieces and scattered in the sea. The remaining seven Mo family monks, except Mo Yuqing, were seriously injured.

Even though Mo Yuqing was not injured, he was killed at this moment. The only idea in his mind now was to survive.

Only when facing death directly does he realize that the most precious thing in this world is not money, but living.

It was at this moment.

A roar came from the sky, and a Lingxu battleship cut through the sky and landed.

Who knows.

When Mo Yuqing saw the Lingxu battleship, he was like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

He pointed at Chen Daoxuan and said in a hoarse and sharp voice: "I killed someone! He killed someone! Help! Senior!!!"
Chapter completed!